"Uhm? Excuse me?" Erica stumbled upon a black-haired maid with captivating red eyes. Her mere presence exuded an air of nobility, surpassing that of an ordinary servant. The maid's elegance was so remarkable that even a seasoned professional would struggle to match it.
The maid turned her attention to Erica, her voice respectful and deferential. "Yes? Oh, might you be the visitor of the young lord, Lady Alea, perhaps? I apologize for my audacity in standing near you and sharing the same air you breathe." With a graceful bow, she conveyed her humility. "May I humbly inquire what you seek from someone of lowly status like myself?"
"Oh, no... Uhm? Would you kindly inform me of the location where Lord Cian keeps his chess boards? I had hoped to find my way there independently, but before I knew it, it seemed as though I was walking in circles. If you would be so kind, could you guide me in the right direction?"
The maid gracefully turned and extended her arm, pointing in the designated direction. "You simply need to proceed straight down this hallway, then make a left turn. Once you've done so, you will find yourself in the grand hall. From there, continue down the east hallway and proceed straight. At the end of the hallway, you will reach your destination."
Erica listened attentively, the maid's instructions etching themselves firmly into her memory. "East hallway, then straight. I understand. Thank you, miss maid, for your guidance."
"If it is within my capacity, I am more than willing to assist you. As the head maid of this household, I am entrusted with numerous responsibilities. I must bid you farewell for now. Should you find yourself lost along the way, do not hesitate to seek guidance from the other maids."
'Ah, so she was the head maid,' Erica realized, comprehending the air of nobility that surrounded the maid despite her station.
"Excuse me, young lady," the head maid bowed courteously before taking her leave.
"Yes, thank you once more!" Erica replied gratefully.
With a graceful turn, the head maid departed, her elegant steps leading her in a different direction from Erica's intended path. Erica's eyes followed the head maid's figure as she walked away, captivated by her regal demeanor.
Collecting her thoughts, Erica refocused her attention on her objective and turned to follow the directions provided by the head maid. "If I recall correctly... I need to take a left turn..."
She followed the designated path, carefully navigating through the hallways until she finally arrived at a door that she believed led to the room where Cian was likely to be.
Her heart fluttered with anticipation as she neared the door, eager to see Cian once again. However, her excitement was abruptly interrupted by a sudden and peculiar scream that echoed through the halls.
"Ngghhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~!!!!!"
"Eh?"
Caught off guard, Erica's eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. The scream seemed strangely out of place, carrying a tone that was neither one of agony nor distress. Instead, it bore an uncanny resemblance to a cry of pleasure.
Curiosity piqued, Erica pressed her ear against the door, straining to catch any sound that might offer an explanation. However, all she encountered was an unsettling silence, leaving her even more perplexed than before.
"...Maybe he was preparing something? Yeah, that must be it," Erica said to herself, taking a deep breath. She reached out to open the door but hesitated, suddenly overwhelmed by fear. What if Cian was inside, engrossed in something important, and her intrusion would make him angry?
'What do I do? What do I do? Sh-Should I knock? Or should I enter without his consent and pretend I stumbled upon this room by accident? I mean, it's okay, right? He's been gone for a long time. And shouldn't he know it's rude to keep a lady waiting? Although, if he's the one I've been waiting for, then maybe that's fine... But! I need to see him! I want to see him! Wh-what should I do?'
Her mind spiraled into unnecessary turmoil as she paced in front of the door, nervously biting her fingers.
After five minutes of internal struggle, she finally gathered her determination and decided to open the door. The process of reaching that decision had been an arduous one, but she knew she couldn't wait any longer.
But then, Erica halted her movements.
'It's rather rude to barge into someone's room without warning... What if he was engaged in something private or intimate? Shouldn't I knock first to give him a warning that I'm approaching?'
Although Erica wasn't particularly knowledgeable about sexual matters, she was familiar with the concept and vocabulary surrounding it. Terms like "lewd" and "masturbation" were within her understanding.
In the novels she enjoyed reading, she often encountered scenes where men indulged in their own personal moments. It seemed to be an unspoken rule that one should always knock before entering a boy's room, giving them the opportunity to acknowledge your presence.
With that in mind, Erica mustered up the courage to knock on the door gently. "Uhm? L-Lord Cian? Are you in here?"
An eerie silence greeted her, causing a sense of unease to settle in. Why did everything suddenly go so quiet? It felt as if she had shattered something fragile, a moment that had been within reach but slipped away due to her interference.
"Um?" she called out once more, her voice filled with uncertainty.
After a few moments of suspense, a voice finally responded, "Is that you, Erica? I-I apologize if it took me a while to find a chessboard. I was searching for one that befits your status as a marquis' daughter... B-But don't worry, I've finally found what I was looking for."
"Oh, is that so?"
There was something off about Cian's voice, an unusual quality as if he was struggling to speak while catching his breath.
"If it's alright with you, may we please play the game here?" Cian requested.
"S-Sure."
With that, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. As the door swung open, a peculiar smell wafted through the air, catching Erica off guard. She took a deep breath, trying to identify the scent, but it remained unfamiliar, leaving her puzzled. Resolving to ignore it, she stepped into the room.
The interior was adorned with numerous books and articles, and a particular shelf stood out, displaying an array of chessboards. In the center of the room, a table beckoned with a chessboard already set up.
"I would prefer to play as black," Cian declared, his gaze momentarily shifting downward, an action he hoped Erica wouldn't notice.
Erica settled into the seat opposite Cian, her fingers lightly brushing against the white chess pieces. She couldn't help but notice something peculiar about the chess pieces—were they slightly damp? A tinge of confusion washed over her.
"Don't worry about it... I-I just cleaned them, that's all. They were a little dusty, you see..." Cian quickly explained, but then abruptly interrupted himself, emitting a surprised sound, "...Urk!"
"W-What's wrong, Lord Cian? Are you alright? Is something the matter?" Erica inquired, her concern evident in her voice.
"Oh... Um, it's nothing. It was just a large cat that happened to lick me..."
"A large cat?" Erica furrowed her brow, struggling to comprehend his statement.
"D-Don't concern yourself. It has already scurried away..."
"I see..."
Erica couldn't help but wonder about the true nature of Cian's odd behavior. She hadn't witnessed any large cat fleeing from the room, but she chose to set her concerns aside for the moment.
"Is it really alright if I make the first move?"
"I-It's... it's fine," Cian responded, his breathing growing ragged and his face turning a deep shade of crimson. It was a side of him Erica had never seen before, and as she looked into his heated gaze, her own heart quickened, and her breaths became unsteady.
'W-What's happening? Why is he looking at me like that? And his face... It's flushed! This is the first time I've seen him make such a face! How fortunate! I'm certain if I were to share this with Alea, she'd be seething with envy. But who cares!'
As her own cheeks flushed crimson, Erica made her first move on the chessboard, while Cian appeared to contemplate his response.
Erica couldn't help but steal another glance at Cian, only to find his gaze fixed on her. A tingling sensation ran through her as their eyes met, but soon enough, she noticed his gaze shifting downward, focusing on her chest. An audible gulp escaped her throat as she felt the intensity of his gaze intensify.
Unbeknownst to Erica, there was an underlying reason behind Cian's peculiar behavior. He had indeed experienced a sensation of being licked, but it wasn't by a large cat as he claimed. It was Maya, hidden beneath the table, indulging in an intimate act.
Maya's tongue diligently worked its way, delicately removing traces of lingering semen from Cian's glans before trailing down to the underside of his shaft and ultimately reaching his testicles.
"*Lick*...Nfuuu... *Lick*... *Lick*...."
Cian desperately fought against the rising moans that threatened to escape him as he gazed down at Maya. Despite his silent pleas, Maya continued her relentless licking.
"*Lick*... *Lick*... *Lick*... *Lick*..."
Cian locked eyes with Maya and silently implored her to cease her actions.
'Look how adorable the young master is, trying so hard to resist!'
However, Maya remained undeterred by his request.
'This is payback for earlier!'
She resolved to reciprocate his earlier actions; just as he had continued despite her pleas, she would continue to lick him even as he begged her to stop.
Maya intensified the speed of her tongue, exploring every contour of his most sensitive area.
"...Urk!"
The sensation was so exquisite that Cian couldn't help but clench his teeth and arch his back involuntarily.
Caught off guard by his reaction, Erica asked. "A-Are you alright, Lord Cian? You don't seem completely focused on the game... A-Are you perhaps bored playing with me...?" Her voice trembled, her gaze dropping downward.
"N-No... It's just... It's just that... It's a bit difficult to concentrate because of your overwhelming beauty."
Cian didn't know how to respond, so he resorted to a half-truth. Well, it wasn't entirely a lie. Erica was truly as stunning as a goddess, and calling her beautiful was an understatement, something Cian was fully aware of. However, consumed by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his mind, he found it impossible to think clearly or engage his rationality.
"I-Is that so?"
Erica's cheeks flushed, and a potent desire began to stir within her, especially between her thighs. She could feel warmth slowly spreading through her panties, the dampness increasing. His words and gaze alone were enough to make her wet.
After Erica made her move on the game board, her hand gradually descended below, reaching the intimate area between her legs. She slipped her hand into her underwear, delicately teasing the sensitive nub near the entrance.
With just a single touch, a surge of otherworldly pleasure shot through her. As she continued to gently and swiftly circle her fingertips, her gaze remained fixed on Cian.
It felt as if she was using Cian as an outlet for her own release. And in a way, that was true. Erica had often imagined Cian taking her, and in her fantasies, once or twice wouldn't suffice. She yearned to experience multiple climaxes, envisioning Cian ravishing her over and over again.
"Ahn...♡"
A moan escaped Erica's lips as her fingers delved deeper, pleasuring herself. Cian, on the verge of making his next move, heard the sound and locked eyes with Erica. Her gaze appeared as though it was melting, fixed solely on him.
"...Ugh!"
An overwhelming pleasure coursed through Cian as he felt his length being enveloped, and he glanced downward to witness Maya taking him into her mouth.
"Ahn...♡ Ahn...♡ Ahn...♡ Ahnnn...♡"
Erica intensified her own actions, her hands working fervently, and she was overcome by an indescribable wave of ecstasy as her eyes remained fixated on Cian.
Feeling the world around him dissolve, Cian could no longer resist. His hand reached out, gently caressing Erica's lips.
Erica responded by sensually licking his fingertip, before taking it entirely into her mouth.